POETRY
LOVE MUCH. Love much. But* has enough of bitter in it. Ca*t eweet into its cup wht>ne*er you can. No h*art so hard but love at last may win it. Love la the grand primeval gift of man; All hatd is foreign to the fust great plan. Lova much. Tour heart will be led out to slaughter Oa altars built by envy and deceit Love on, love on; 'tis taead upon the water.
It shall be cast in loaves yet at your feet J Ufileaven-jd manna most divinely Bweet. Love much. Mea's boulb contract with cold suspicion; Shine on them with warm love and they expand. "Tis love, not creedß, that from a low condition Leads mankind up to heights supreme anderand. Oh that tha world could see and understand I —Ella. Wheklke Wilcox.
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Alexandra Herald and Central Otago Gazette, Issue 365, 7 May 1903, Page 2
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135POETRY Alexandra Herald and Central Otago Gazette, Issue 365, 7 May 1903, Page 2
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